Last night was just the tops, what a great time, I have not laughed so much in a long time. I don't know but there seemed to be just so many nice, friendly and funny people out and about last night. Perhaps it was my mood - I let my guard down completely, that and the company I had - I have no fear with you.
"Hello, my name is Gok and this is my mate Jordon, she likes wearing gay t-shirts." How many times can you get away with the same line? Anyway I think my t-shirt won out, there were more positive comments than negative ones, barring you and that guy with bleached hair asking if I was colour blind. I mean a guy with bleached blond hair asking me if I was colour blind, look in the mirror mate!
I got my own back eventually, I got in first, "Hello my name is Jordon and this is my mate Cock Wank, sorry I mean Gok Wan" Apologies for being crude readers, but his face was a picture.
We were also keeping a look out for Mr Creamy-Dreamy, hoping to hunt him down, get him drunk and take him home. No such luck unfortunately, perhaps he's keeping a low profile at the moment or he travels in different circles. Not that it stopped Gok from shouting out every five minutes, 'There he is, I'm sure that's him - Mr Creamy-Dreamy." I stopped paying attention after about the tenth time. Yes, Gok knows who Mr Creamy-Dreamy is and also thinks he's a hottie. Get in the queue my friend.
Oh, and I have never in my life seen anyone dance so stupidly to Bloc Party, just the funniest thing ever. You worry about me and my choice of t-shirt, there are worst things in life; just sit down, there's no dancing.


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